Short Folder Poems
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I love my spam folder
as I grow older
for those who send
are not my friend!
So THANKS for saving me
from bankrupt destiny!
i was young and dumb
i say this with a thump
i love rum
and a good fruit plump
no longer am i a folder
an
OLDER AND BOLDER
they love money
its there honey
they like the race track
thats a fact
and a money stack
the win with a grim
and a money folder
those
HIGH ROLLER
there a bright light
dress in white
and you see the sight
its and angel
from the manger
on your shoulder
its in a folder
with good stuff
just
LOOK UP
Form:
Belt Out Poems
Out more poems again, I did belt;
Done painlessly without any welt;
Opened folder,
And grew older;
Much emotion in poems was felt.
Jim Horn
Scam
Fake
Con artist
She. .....he
He.....she
Someone
Something
Robber
Thieves
Use, abuse, misuse me,you and others
Strike before we STRIKE
Hello trash folder
Form:
in your accordion pleated folder
you file me away
like just another bill
you have extra days to pay
watch out for the late fees
if the check isn't mailed on time
it can cost you plenty
but it is a victimless crime
I
My wife folds the towels.
She is the correct folder
as opposed to me.
II
I have learned many
ways of folding towels poorly
over porous years.
III
The other folders
would not agree about much
except about me.
Came Corona
Not all to kill
Healing
To feeling good
As well
Taught
All these Doctors giving an oath
To serve all Men
To save all Men and Women
What’s the word
Correct,
Peculiar,
Strange,
Mysterious,
Breach or break,
If not
Unbecoming?
To rename to save in my folder
The killing of a patient Corona
A Doctor
In today’s NEWS
Listen to poem:
Irrational Numbers
David J Walker
There is nothing so opaque
as the past
one day or one million cast
into a single ambiguous folder
older than the
order of the Universe
smaller than the molecule
you cannot see but
you seem to remember
on some primal level
within its remains
the arcane names
spelt
in irrational numbers
I was told to enter
one column of figures
into another folder
and so on.
After a few weeks I ran out of numbers.
I sought a supervisor
for guidance,
she just kept repeating:
is there a problem,
is there a problem,
is there a problem?
I will never forget the look of fear
on her face.
I flipped the drawing
In the plastic drawer.
Its back facing forwards.
No longer will it be what I’m seeing.
I tore the drawing
From the blank wall.
Its laying downwards.
No longer will it be what I’m hoping.
I scrapped the drawings
In the digital folder.
Its all hidden away.
No longer will they be seen.
I erased the drawings
In the vault within my mind.
Its inspiring creativity locked away.
No longer will they be.
M-ay thirtieth early morn
A-ims to wake you up;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-hill and raindrops stop.
I-t's a rare opportunity,
A-n acrostic is composed;
L-et both your eyes open, as the warm light glows.
A-nother chance is given,
S-o you can understand;
U-se your mind and heart,
N-ot only the touch of your hand.
C-opy what I have written
I-n the link, then paste;
O-pen another new folder,
N-o time to waste.
where chambered feelings once were kept
levied love that now breaks through
overflowing and forming a pool
in the depths of my soul
where thoughts and dreams from my heart are swept
from an accordion folder in my mind's depths
memories painted on blue sky canvass
without a cloud in sight
where love flows inward over sandy shores
gregariously, we allow for more
a Crescent moon shines from above
a blanket of stars to catch my fall
Encores & guffaws .. sure you get more twinkle as you do get older
Be a jester...don't let anything pester..smoulder..floor or fester
Show jeers..fears..tears..sneers the door..that scolder colder shoulder
Sly minx..kinks & sky high jinx.. rafter of laughter from yesteryear's folder
Winks me thinks.. blink and guy on the brink.. dafter.. few too many drinks
Rascal sprinkle now a sparkle after each superfly debacle.. appears a bit bolder
I went to the pond to catch a frog
I made a mistake and caught a hog
I went to the forest to find a mushroom
I made a mistake and found a vacuum
I went to the market for meat to grind
I made a mistake and got a watermelon rind
I went to the mall to buy an ant farm
I made a mistake and bought a barn
I went to school with a folder
I made a mistake and came home with a boulder
I went upstairs to fetch a table
I made a mistake and came down with this fable
walked away from the sun,
and into my life,
im sick and tired of all you put me through,
im sick and tired of your childish games,
and im tired of your foolish lies,
when you talk,
i bleed inside,
i hate your disgusting thoughts,
in you stupidity flows,
your the devil,
and me your victim of evil plans,
i hate you,
why cant you understand,
you put me through hell,
everytime i find happiness,
your the devil,
and me a poor soldier,
wrap all the papers,
and put it in a folder,
case closed!